Saving yourself for the perfect moment is one thing.
Saving yourself for the wrong brother?
Thats a whole other story.
After ten years of pining for my best friend, I finally worked up the courage to do something about it. The plan was simple: sneak into his cabin, confess my feelings, and finally—finally—give him my v-card.
What wasnt part of the plan?
His grumpy older brother being there instead.
The same brother who now happens to be my stone-cold, devastatingly handsome new boss.
The one whose heated kisses I cant seem to forget, no matter how hard I try.
Now Im trapped between my decade-long crush and the forbidden attraction that threatens to destroy my career—and my heart.
But the real trouble started the moment I realized that maybe, Ive been saving myself for the wrong brother all along.
